[Luojiang Entertainment: #Professor L got into trouble again! ##Professor L took his wife and mistress to stay in a hotel together #Wow!!!! According to an informant’s submission, the person who got into trouble this time was still the one who was on the hot search a month ago
Professor, I didn’t expect it to be so fun?!]
[Luojiang Entertainment: The professor and his wife, the mistress, went to Ludao for vacation together. They each had a room. The world was declining. Could it be that they were taking turns to sleep with each other? 】
[Luojiang Entertainment: Shura Field—the real shot of my wife’s mistress meeting in the hotel corridor with more than 3,000 likes!!!]
The so-called gossip is used to entertain people other than the person involved.
First time, second time, familiarity. While resting in the hotel room in the afternoon, Jian Anran knew something was wrong when she saw three Weibo posts from Luojiang Entertainment.
Professor, mistress, hotel, no matter which word you use alone, can become synonymous with beauty, let alone all the elements combined together.
A lot of melon-eating people soon gathered underneath.
[Still the same professor? This professor’s character is not good]
[The same professor has so many tidbits, so there must be something wrong with him, right??]
[That’s right! It must be the professor’s problem! How could someone else arrange for you when you’re such a good person? 】
The real-time comments below were refreshed so fast that Jian Anran's eyes were overwhelmed.
It has to be said that the power of the crowd’s keyboard cannot be underestimated. Soon someone dug up all the information on Wen Siheng’s LinkedIn.
No matter the photos, academic qualifications, or even the research institutes where he has worked and the projects he has worked on, everything has been stripped away.
[What about the doctor who returned from overseas? He looks like a human and a dog, but I didn’t expect him to be dressed like a beast]
[It is said that people should not be judged by their appearance. When I see a handsome guy, my first reaction is to run away. Sure enough, handsome guys are all scumbags!]
Wen Siheng's call still failed to get through. Recalling the so-called Shura field in the entertainment tabloids, Jian Anran began to have a headache.
When she opened the door in the afternoon, she met Xiangyi coming out of room 2903. Jian Anran was a little confused at the moment.
"I suspect the teacher's mailbox has been stolen!"
The person in front of him looked around in panic. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one in the corridor, and pulled Jian Anran straight to her room.
"I just received an email from the teacher." Xiangyi held Jian Anran's hand tightly, her palms slightly sweaty.
"He said there was something wrong with the paper I sent him last time and asked me to go to his room when I had time and he would help me correct it."
"Then what?" Jian Anran asked.
From the looks of Xiangyi, it doesn't seem like it's just that simple.
"I rang the doorbell for a long time but no one answered. When I lowered my head, I realized that the door was not locked at all. I pushed the door open and went in without thinking much."
"You didn't lock the door?" Jian Anran was a little surprised.
It stands to reason that the hotel door will automatically lock as long as you close it smoothly, so it is difficult to forget to lock the door.
There was no one in the hotel corridor in the afternoon, so they opened the door again with a tentative attitude.
Sure enough, it was unlocked, and the door opened with a slight push.
After walking into the door, she turned around and closed the door. Sure enough, the door could not be closed tightly. Jian Anran stood on tiptoes and carefully groped the door frame, only to find that there were several pieces of transparent tape wrapped around the top of the door frame.
The thickness of the tape is very clever, just enough to hold the door open, but not so thick that it can be noticed at a glance.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the curtains in Wen Siheng's room were not closed. When he looked up, he could see the dazzling sunlight.
The window was opened a little and the gentle sea breeze came in, causing the window screen to swing randomly.
After walking a few steps inside, Jian Anran poked her head in and saw that the bedding was neat and without any wrinkles.
The bed was empty.
Where are the people? Isn’t Wen Siheng back a long time ago?
After calling again, his cell phone was left on the bedside and he didn't take it with him.
"Didi——" The sound of unlocking the room card came from behind. Jian Anran looked in the direction of the door alertly, and Xiangyi couldn't help but shrink back to Jian Anran.
"Why are you here?" Wen Siheng was a little surprised when he walked in.
He came back wearing a T-shirt, shorts and sneakers, and carrying a plastic bag from a convenience store.
"The door to the teacher's room is not locked properly," Xiangyi said.
"Really?" Wen Siheng turned around and checked the door. They had just taken off the tape, and now when he closed it with his backhand, the door was locked tightly.
"Isn't the teacher feeling unwell? Why are you still going out?"
"Maybe I ate something bad," Wen Siheng put the things on the small bar. "I just felt nauseous and wanted to vomit on the way back to the hotel. I almost vomited out the bile, but it made me feel less uncomfortable."
"I just went to exercise and sweated. It's fine now. Do you want to sit down? I'll order something to drink."
As he spoke, Wen Siheng politely pulled out the two chairs next to the desk and motioned for them to sit down.
"Teacher," Xiangyi asked in a low voice, "Is your email still in use recently?"
"Hmm? Email?" As if he remembered something, Wen Siheng turned on his phone again to confirm.
“I don’t know why, but I can’t log in to my mailbox lately.”
After hesitating for a moment, Xiangyi immediately took out the email he received.
After reading the email, Wen Siheng realized something was wrong. She was a female student, a professor, and still in a hotel like this.
Wen Siheng put down the phone number he originally planned to dial for room service and smiled at them.
"Maybe I can't buy you coffee, so it's safer to go back first."
After returning to the room, Jian Anran immediately opened Weibo. After browsing for a few minutes, she finally saw the bomb-like post.
"Bang——" suddenly exploded on Weibo's hot search list.
She changed hands and posted it in the chat window.
[Elder Tang: I knew it [helpless]]
【Jane:What to do?】
[Elder Tang: Just wait and see what happens]
The incident quickly escalated, becoming more and more troublesome, and even made the headlines in the local evening newspaper.
Seeing that the momentum was not right, the school authorities urgently stopped their research and immediately returned to school.
The nanny car stopped in the parking lot in front of the department building, and the group dragged the computers back to the office.
As soon as the elevator door opened, I saw a group of reporters holding cameras and microphones squatting in darkness at the office door.
Reacting very quickly, Mi Yingying immediately pressed the elevator's door button.
"Damn open campus!" She cursed in a low voice.
"Ding dong——"
The elevator returned to the first floor again. A group of people carrying luggage looked at each other in a solemn atmosphere, not knowing what to say.
"Then let's disband on the spot. Thank you all for your hard work. We will summarize the collected information when the time comes."
Wen Siheng smiled helplessly, "I may not be able to go back to the office for a while, so let's meet online for the next time."
"Teacher!" Xiangyi called out to stop Wen Siheng who turned to leave, "Teacher, don't you plan to post a clarification?"
The person in front of him was silent for a while.
"No matter what I say, people online will think I'm trying to hide something."
After saying goodbye to each other, everyone left.
"Where are you going, senior?" Mi Yingying asked as she watched Song Qi turn around and press the button for the upward elevator.
